Chapter 19: "Yesterday"

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"Hello?"

"Hello, It's Evie. I hope I didn't wake you."

"You didn't. You know im always awake at this time. Is everything alright?"

"Well, im at Cristo convenience store. I didn't want to ask but im stranded here and

"No problem. I'm coming to get you."

"Thank you."

No more than 20 minutes later I see a car pull up.
I immediately recognize that familiar face.

"Thank you so much for coming George, you didn't have to."

"It's no problem Evie. I just want you to be safe. Why are you out here?"

"A date gone silly."

"Oh, I know how those are."

A moment of awkward silence happens before he says

"So, you're not seeing Paul anymore? I mean, I know he's with Jane, but that never stopped him before."

He sees the look only face and realizes it isn't a pleasant one

"Sorry. I didn't mean to say that"

"It's alright and no. I'm not seeing Paul."

"So, who was the date? A creep?"

"Yeah. Someone I thought I knew."

"Well, I hope things get better. Youre a great girl."

"George?"

"Yeah?"

I start to cry and cover my face with my hands.

"What is it? Don't cry."

"I'm sorry for everything."

"Don't be ridiculous. You did nothing. The heart wants what it wants."

"I shouldn't have treated you the way I did."

"Everything that's meant to happen will. Now im with Pattie and im happy. The right one will come along Evie. I just wasn't the guy."

I give him a peck on the cheek and thank him.
He drops me off and goes home.
Without realizing it, he dropped me off at my apartment instead of Cynthia and John's.
But it's too late now, and it'll be asking too much.
Besides, it's nice to be home.
For once I feel alone in the world.
I can feel the echo of loneliness surrounding me.
I wash up and go to bed.

When I wake, I jump from the unfamiliarity of my own home.
The memories of last night flood back into my mind.
I scoff thinking of Paul.
I couldn't believe how angry was at him, I've always forgiven him for everything, but something about last night was different.
I've always made myself believe I would be lost without him but I knew I never truly would be.
I look at today in a different light and take a sigh of relief.
I get myself up and decide to go to the corner for some tea and breakfast.
On my way down, I hear a voice.

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